In December of 03 my mom was robbed and murdered right in front of her house just a few days before Christmas. I was six months pregnant with the first grandson of the family. The two men that took my mother's life did just because they wanted to get some quick cash. One man confronted her just after she stepped out of her car at around 2am, held a gun to her and tried to take her purse. She is a very strong woman, she wouldn't give it up. He shot at her leg, she screamed and they he shot her in the throat. She died instantly. Never getting to see my daughter's face on Christmas morning, or the birth of my son...and the many things yet to come. She was only 46 years old. I was the one that made all the arrangements for the funeral, the one that had to be strong. Now, I'm not sure that I can be strong anymore. More and more every day it's getting harder. I feel like screaming....crying (which I do a lot) and pure hate for the men that did this. If you can even call them men. They caught them this past April the day before my son was born, but no trial has been set yet. My husband is very supportive, but he doesn't really know how I feel. His mother is alive and well with many years ahead of her. Can anyone help?